𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 ─── olympus

𝕿hough many disproved of their union...

If Delia had more time, she would admire Olympus in the glory of the setting sun. Marble temples glowed orange, like dying stars, and everywhere, there was a plethora of people, smells and new places that she would have loved to explore. Her eyes were wide in child like wonder, before a hand on her shoulder stopped her admiration. Amphritite raised an eyebrow, and Delia shrugged.

"I have never been here before," They both nodded. "Where do we need to go?"

"Well, they should be in the main throne room," Persephone mused, looking over at the largest temple in the distance. Delia shuddered at the sight of the golden statue of Zeus that lay above it, the master bolt in it's hand. Her breathing hitched, before she thought of Hermes. "The Olympians have been in there for days, arguing with one another."

"Are you sure that you are alright to do this?" Amphritite asked again, squeezing Delia's shoulders as the girl nodded. "We could always go and interrupt without you needing to show your face. Do not force yourself into doing something that makes you uncomfortable."

"Zeus needs to learn that his actions have consequences and that I will not bow under his whim for any longer." Delia replied, trying to sound strong though she knew that it came out as a whisper.

"You tell him, honey." Persephone nudged her, before hooking her arms through the other two goddess'. "Now, let us go and push Zeus off of his high ego."

"Lets." Delia nodded, taking strength from the sturdy foundations on either side of her. Minor gods and goddess' hurried out of their way, watching the trio with wide eyes, as Deli struggled to get her breathing back under control. Tightening her grip on her staff, she tried to take some comfort in the thought that she would be seeing Hermes again, and that she would finally, finally, be free of Zeus.

She could close that chapter on her life and move forward and away from him.

The temple doors were fast approaching, and Amphritite conjured a wave of water to throw them open for the trio, before allowing Delia to walk in first. The older woman knew that this was Delia's moment, and this was Delia's choice. No one else should take this from her.

The guardian took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as she walked in. Her eyes immediately went to Hermes, who was luckily uninjured, though annoyance was radiating off of him in waves. His eyes softened at the sight of her and Delia fought a smile as the wings on his sandals began to flutter.

Poseidon sat to the right of the main throne, rubbing his forehead as he watched the trio, but she could see the grin that he was hiding underneath his beard. He was not that subtle about it. The Queen of the Gods, who Delia recognized from Leto's description, sat ramrod straight next to Zeus.

The King of the Gods had not changed since she had last seen him. He wore the same infuriating smirk, and he looked her up and down like she was a piece of meat ready for the taking. Delia would have turn and ran, if it was not for the support of Persephone and Amphritite on either side of her or Hermes' reassuring smile.

The remainder of the so called 'Olympians' she did not know, and quite frankly, she did not care.

"Amphritite, Persephone, thank you for bringing Delia back to me," Delia gulped at Zeus' words, before turning to glare at the man with fire in her eyes.

"How dare you!" He barely flinched at her words, but Delia merely shook her head. "But I can not say that I am surprised. What more would I expect from someone who dares to even attempt and flirt with another goddess while his wife sits by his side?"

"Excuse me?"

"She should have killed you in your sleep on your wedding night," Delia sent him another glare, before sweeping over to Hermes' side and reaching for the god. She needed him, mainly to hide the trembling of her hands.

"I thought that you swore never to come here?" He whispered, as Zeus' glare grew darker. The other gods murmured to themselves, but Delia could see Poseidon laughing from the corner of his eyes. "If this is making you uncomfortable, we can leave."

"It is alright," Delia murmured, threading their fingers together as she shot another glare at Zeus over his son's shoulders. He was fuming, eyes dark and crackling with anger. "But yes, let us go back to the island."

"Of course." He smiled down at her, leading her out gently.

"Where do you think you are going?" Delia tensed up as she felt a hand on her arm, burning her skin. She turned to look at Zeus with narrowed eyes. "You are staying here, Delia."

"Get off of her," Hermes growled, stepping closer and trying to intimidate his father.

"Do not talk to me, boy," Zeus growled, as Amphritite and Persephone stepped forward with glares on their faces. "Delia, stop this madness and come back to me."

"I dropped a temple on you once," The ground started to rumble, as the plants in the hall started to decay. "I will bring the whole of Olympus down on you with ease. Release me."

"I have let you have your rebellious stage, fooling around with this child, now come back," He hissed quietly, and Delia glared, before slamming her staff down onto his foot so that he came down to her level. She tugged her arm from his grip, wheeling around so that she could punch Zeus square in the nose. 

Hermes' jaw dropped, as Zeus went flying back across the room, crashing into his own throne. Delia stood back up, before smoothing her dress out carefully, eyes narrowed.

"I have warned you time and time again to not place your hands on me. Do so once more and I will make a fool of you for all the gods to see." Delia warned, eyes flashing dangerously as Zeus was helped to his feet. "I have done you a favour, looking after Leto whilst you buried your head in the sand to try and ignore it. But after she has given birth, I will separate from Olympus once more. You will leave me alone."

Zeus spat golden ichor to the side.

"I trust your wife to keep you in line." Delia rolled her shoulders, making herself seem bigger and more imposing than she felt.

"The runt can not split from Olympus."

"Hermes can do as he pleases." Delia corrected, as Hermes nodded along to everything that she said. "Let us go."

"Of course." Hermes nodded, following her out of the temple. Once they were a safe distance from the temple, Delia took a breath, leaning her back against a column as she placed her hand against her heart, trying to calm it. "You were so incredibly brave. May I?"

Delia nodded, needing to feel his heart beat in her ears and know that he was safe. His arms were warm, his embrace soft and his words comforting.

"You are alright." He muttered, before pulling back so that he could brush a pale strand of hair behind her ears. "Come, let us go back to Delos. I have been dreaming of your apple cakes for days now."

"I have some just for you."

"You know the way to my heart, my dear." Hermes complimented. "But, a minor thing first. I have to show you something."

"Should I be worried?"

"No." He tugged her into his arms, pressing a light kiss to her lips. Delia hummed, before kissing him again, her hands holding onto his.

"As much as I adore your kisses, this takes precedence at the moment," Hermes murmured, reluctantly pulling away from her lips. "A lift, my dear?"

"Gladly," He picked her up, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, before the pair shot off in another direction. 

They ran for less than 10 seconds, before Hermes came to a stop and set Delia down on the floor once more, pushing his helmet down over her eyes so that she couldn't see anything.

"No peeking," He hissed, as Delia tried to pull the helmet off of her face. He tapped it back down easily, laughing at the sight of his helmet on her. It was far too big, but he adored it.

"Fine," He laughed, before whizzing off again. Delia giggled, leaning on her staff as she waited for Hermes to come back. After a moment, he reappeared behind her, slowly pulling the helmet off of her face.

Delia opened her eyes slowly, her jaw dropping at the sight of the large temple, surrounded by crocus flowers.

"This is your temple?" It was much grander than hers, marble pillars supporting a gold coloured roof.

"Yes," Hermes smiled, wrapping an arm around Delia's waist. "This is mine, and well, yours if you wish?"

"Mine?"

"The crocus flowers are for you," Hermes replied, placing a small bouquet of crocus flowers, tulips and daisies into her hand. "They are your favorite flower, are they not?"

Delia smiled at the man, before reaching up to pull him into a kiss.

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Hiya,

This is just cute fluff for the last bit, because Hermes and Delia are couple goals, and I absolutely adore Delia putting Zeus and Hera into their places, whilst the others watch on!!! Also, I'm so glad that Delia stood up to the man that hurt her and managed to get a couple of hits on him. I'm not sure why, but Persephone reminds me of Dara in some ways.

Also, cassandracains made the new cover for the book, and LOOK HOW AMAZING IT IS, I'M IN LOVE

Thanks for reading and let me know what you think,

Love Li xx